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WIP - Rabbit Season

This story takes places in Backwoods Asylum verse. Over the years, I have found that my favorite stories are the ones I write for specific people. Midnight was an auction story (the winner asked simply for a story where a draugr got a romance). Rabbit Season is being written as party of a charity thing. It was supposed to be 10k, and I would list it for free eventually, but it's looking to be more like 20-30k so it will eventually go up for sale on LT3.

But, the request was, in the end, fairly simple. She wanted twincest, preferably with threesome. She gave me a few prompts, but is pretty chill and did not mind me taking bits of prompts one and four and mashing them together :3 She has vetted the first 8k of this story, and I'm having a lot of fun writing it.

Writing fantasy in a genre dominated by contemporary can make an author feel very lonely at times, even an author as relatively successful as I know I am. So every positive review, every comment, email, dm, etc, makes my day. And when I get to write to order like this, for someone who is fun and chill and seems really excited about what I'm doing, is a real treat. I love my readers, heart and soul, and sadly busy as I am I get a bit distant from them (unlike the days of LJ, where I could interact more).

So chances like this make me happy, cause I get to interact with the reader, and feel a little less isolated, and it's easier to remember that there is a crowd out there that likes magic and dragons just as much as cops and firemen.

And now that my unplanned babbling is over, onward to snippet. While this section is harmless, please note this story does eventually contain threesome with twincest. And I'm sure everybody has guessed what kinds of shifters are involved just from the title.

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Sidney groaned as his alarm went off. Stupid mornings. He
killed the alarm, then dragged himself up and stretched, joints cracking and
popping. He yawned as he climbed out of bed and stretched some more, and
scratched sleepily at his stomach as he reluctantly left the warmth of his
bedroom and trudged to and down the stairs, turning left at the bottom to go
straight into the kitchen.

Coffee. He wanted. Needed.

Laughter made him stop, cause it was familiar and he had to
be wrong …

He squeaked in dismay when he saw he was not wrong, not even a little. The Hot
Twins were sitting at the breakfast nook with his dad. Oh, god, what the hell
were they doing there? At nine in the morning? While his hair was standing on
end all he wore was his Spiderman pajama pants?

Coffee. Focus on the coffee, and then he could go throw
himself into traffic or off a cliff, whichever one Google said was closest.
Scurrying to the coffee pot, he pulled out a mug, filled it, and then fled the
kitchen again to hide in the sunroom at the back of the house.

He settled into his favorite seat, a wicker chaise covered
with the world's softest cushions, even if the sunflower and bees pattern was
the ugliest thing in the world.

What were Brook and Colby doing at his house? Why hadn't
someone warned him they were coming? He was going to kill his dads.

Last he'd heard anything about them, they were busy working
for a local brand of the Lost Shifters Foundation. They'd been so busy with it,
Sidney hadn't seen them for like two years. Were they here to see if any of the
duck family's in Sidney's flock would be willing to take in an orphan? Maybe
they'd found a duck or some other bird shifter.

Birds were some of the hardest shifters to place, after some
of the more dangerous ones, like snakes, alligators, all the bitey and venomous
shifters. Birds were difficult because they were elitist snobs, traditionally.
Sidney's flock was a rare exception, mostly thanks to his dads and the friends
who had stood by them, but even they still had some disgruntled families who
didn't like the upset to years of
history, of tried and true blah blah blah.

They still weren't recovered from the scandal of his father
marrying Troy, a non-shifter. Even after two and a half decades of his dad and
pop being together, people still weren't entirely certain what to do with a
regular old human. On top of that, his father's best friend was a rabbit, and
her sons came to stay at Sidney's house all the time. He'd been awed by Brook
and Colby as a little boy, two beautiful, bold rabbits who didn't seem afraid
of anyone or anything.

Awe and wonder had turned into a quiet protectiveness when
he was about twelve, and had caught them hiding in the boathouse, Brook crying
and nursing a black and split lip, Colby tending him and muttering angrily
about plucking stupid ducks and setting them on fire.

It hadn't been hard for Sidney to figure out who was
responsible for hurting them. He wasn't the type to pick a fight in the
schoolyard, as much as he daydreamed about being the big, brave hero sometimes
… but he was perfectly capable of tattling, because sometimes the most direct
route was the best, and nobody was going to fuck with the only son of James
Robinson, the flock leader. Of course, that often meant nobody invited him out
to have any fun, either, but Sidney preferred to stay at home with his books
and games anyway.

Unfortunately, the whole tattling thing hadn't endeared him
to the twins, either, but it wasn't like they ever noticed him anyway. They were
six years older than him, why would they? But he wished they hadn't pulled away
and stopped being friendly after he ratted out George and his crew for hurting
them.

On the other hand, awe had turned to protectiveness had
turned into an incredibly awkward crush, because apparently he wanted to go all
the way past hopeless into completely-removed-from-reality.

That was their fault, though, one hundred percent. After the
second time he'd caught them in the boathouse, he'd sworn off ever again going
near the damn thing. Bad enough they'd stolen his hideout for peace and quiet,
they'd had to steal it to … well, fuck like bunnies. Jackasses. Until he'd seen
that his crush had been vague and largely aesthetic. After the boathouse, it had been very
specific and highly graphic. He'd never been more grateful, or more annoyed by,
the very loose personal boundaries that rabbits lived by.

It was a pretty contentious issue, the 'depravity' and
'loose morals' of rabbits. If and when shifters made themselves known to
ordinary humans, there was a whole bunch of shifters that the rest of the
community was going to try and shove in a dark hole so they wouldn't ruin it
for everyone else. Rabbits would be one of the first shoved down it, and most
ducks would be more than happy to start shoving.

Sidney finished his coffee and left the mug on the table in
the middle of the room, used the back stairs to sneak up to his room. Stripping
off his stupid pajamas, he darted into his shower and washed up quickly, though
he was tempted to stay there all day, work or no work.

Back in his room, he pulled on jeans and a green t-shirt
with Robinson Landscaping written
across it in bright blue, with a little flower and duck logo in the bottom
right corner. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday he worked at the L&G place.
Tuesday and Thursday he worked the bakery. Saturday and Sunday he slept or
otherwise avoided his dads because damn it, heir to the kingdom or not, he
needed some downtime.

Ready as he was ever going to be, he grabbed his ballcap and
wallet then headed down the front stairs to put on his boots.

He was just sneaking out the front door when he heard his
dad call from the kitchen. "Get in here, Sid."

"Damn." Closing the door again, Sidney slunk into
the kitchen, looked warily around—and nearly sighed in relief when he saw it
was just his dad. "What's up, dad?"

James gave him an amused look. "Aren't you going to say
hello to Brook and Colby?"

"I'm going to be late for work?" Sidney tried.

"Yeah, pity your boss is such a stickler about
that," James replied dryly.

Sidney rolled his eyes. "Dude, I doubt they care. Why
are they here anyway?"

James's levity faded off to a look of worry and anger.
"You know their mother is pretty big in the whole shifters coming out
thing, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, somebody—several, likely—attacked their house
last night. Vandalized it, broke all the windows, busted in the doors, even got
in briefly and trashed a lot of the inside.
They fled when the cops showed up, and thankfully Brenda and her sons
weren't hurt. There was a note left, though, warning her that if she showed up
at that conference in California happening next week, a whole hell of a lot
worse would happen. So they're staying here for now, while she's in
California."

Sidney frowned. "Will she be okay?"

James smiled faintly. "Yeah, Brenda will be okay. That
woman has a lot of enemies, but she's also got a lot of friends—including some high-placed
wolves. Nobody will get to her unless they go through a lot of other people,
and Brook and Colby should be safe laying low here for a couple of weeks. You
should go say hello, though. They've been kind of down and shaky since it
happened, and you're good at cheering them up."

"Me? Since when? Have you been drinking pond water
again, dad, cause I will tell pop."

"Shut up," James replied, still smiling. Pushing
away from the counter he'd been leaning against, he ruffled Sidney's hair and
shoved him back toward the open doorway leading into the hall. "There's
not much going on at work today, just lawns to mow and a rose garden to touch
up. Take the day off, go spend it with Brook and Colby. If you think you don't
cheer them up, then you're the one
drinking pond water. Get, or I'll start in with threats."

"I'm going, I'm going. Go to work or something, ugh."
He paused to grab one of the glazed donuts sitting on the breakfast table,
snitched a soda from the fridge, and then headed through the house to where he
was pretty sure Brook and Colby would be hanging out: the patio.

"Depravity" of Rabbits...that sounds like fun! I have to agree to honor the person who provided the prompt, but give great credit to Megan Derr for transforming an idea into some great characters and concepts. Will be watching for word that this WIP is finished.

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